Short Story: Friendship

Can two old men forgive and forget their troubled past? Or will their unlikely friendship have more disastrous, perhaps even deadly, consequences?

On the other side of the river, under a low, grey sky, a business jet was falling towards London City. Duggie could remember the time when the airport had been part of the old Royal Docks and had been alive with ships unloading furs and silver and machine parts. These days, the docksides were a tarmac runway and the only boat that disturbed the turbid waters was the occasional kayak. He tried not to miss those days and instead endeavoured to accept change. Sometimes, just to show he bore no resentment, he would walk into Greenwich and from there catch the Docklands Light Railway to the airport. He liked the little toytown trains and the way they trundled, swaying from side to side right through the middle of the looming towers of Canary Wharf. Once he was at the airport, he would sit and have a coffee in the landside